I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

At this time, Lu Jian saw that the exterior of the Shenzi Pavilion was scorched black, as if it had been burned several times.

"It must be very hard to sit in such a place for a long time."

Lu Jian suspected that the current situation just happened because the current chief priestess was indeed dying, and it was difficult to suppress her own strength.

"No wonder Amber is needed to inherit the position."

If one day, the presiding priestess is unable to control the Jinghuo, then maybe the entire Wajima Taisha and the entire cherry tree will suffer.

The safest place is the most dangerous place.

Lu Jian looked at the Shenzi Pavilion, but didn't expect to see the appearance of the priestess, he remembered another thing.

"Those witches have come out, isn't there someone coming here soon?"

Lu Jian decided to run away quickly.

He pulled the little girl and immediately ran out of the corridor and returned to the neighborhood of the shrine.

"Don't tell anyone about tonight, we have an appointment."

Lu Jian stretched out his hand to hook up with the little girl.

"I've grown up, I don't play with this kid's stuff anymore!"

The little girl straightened her back, confident and confident.

"Ok."

Lu Jian withdrew his hand.

"If there is a chance, you will take me to play again!"

The little girl spoke again, as if she had learned to bargain.

"no problem!"

Lu Bian replied.

He didn't sincerely want to lie to the child, but he didn't know when he would come to Hedao next time. Maybe the little girl would have grown up by then, or even become an old lady.

Send the little girl back to where she lives, and Lu Jian returns to his own residence.

The moonlight is bright and clear, and three points are leaking through the tops of the cherry trees.

There are many books in the room. Through the translation of the quiet place, Lu Juan can see that these are some waka, haiku, prose, etc. left by shrine maidens and priests in the past.

He read a few articles, most of which were songs about sadness and the passing of time, and there were also some descriptions about the life of the shrine. It can be seen that they are quite simple and unpretentious.

Just as he was reading these words, the calligraphy on it suddenly distorted, turning into indifferent and cold words of the system.

[Complete side mission: Homecoming]

[Falling leaves return to their roots, the soul yearning for the sky finally falls into mud, at least, her soul returns to her hometown, may peace envelope her forever]

[Reward: 50000 Silence Points]

[Reward: Red Leaf Hairpin]

A crimson hairpin appeared in Lu Jian's hand.

This hairpin seems to be made of some special material, it is crystal clear, but it is definitely not crystal or glass. As far as Lu Lian knows it, it is more like bone, crystallized bone.

Holding it in the hand, there is a little warmth, like the palm of a girl.

【Momiji Hairpin】

【Pollution】

[Witch's hairpin, never used]

[If the priestesses of the Wada Shrine are depraved, they will become misfortune priestesses. The more powerful the priestesses, the easier it is to degenerate]

[This hairpin comes from a witch who once fell and was finally redeemed]

【Hold the hairpin tightly, you may see the despair she once witnessed】

【"Yuyou God acts on behalf of God, I have never heard of it"】

Lu Jian didn't expect to get Hongye's hairpin, but it seems that she has never used this thing, so she doesn't know how to use it.

According to the description, he gripped the hairpin tightly.

Soon, Lu Jian felt a burst of heat.

The heat is becoming more and more intense. If it was said that people were exposed to the scorching sun of midsummer at the beginning, then now, it is almost like staying in a frying pan.

He saw raging flames in the surrounding houses, and he saw on the ground, a withered hand grabbed his ankle, and from the soil, countless humanoid creatures crawled out.

These creatures are spliced ​​together with human limbs and internal organs, presenting a sense of madness and perverted chaos, and all the creatures are crawling towards the land stumble.

He felt as if he had turned into the red leaf at that time, sealed by the magic spell, lying on a stone bed like this, watching these ugly monsters crawl to his side, using their sharp and dirty claws And the teeth tear their bodies apart.

When being eaten, Hongye even remained conscious.

Lu Juan let go of the hairpin, smoke curled up from his head, and the whole room smelled of burnt brains.

thump--

Lu stumbled and fell to the ground, motionless.

After a few hours, a piece of grass popped out of Lu Jian's ear.

These green grasses grow tenaciously, and finally, Lu Jian's whole body is covered by those fresh greens.

When the first ray of light in the morning leaked from the cracks in the trees and fell on Lu Jian's face, he finally twitched and got up.

His body was already covered with withered and yellow fallen leaves. He looked at the red hairpin that had fallen to the side, feeling a little mixed.

"I didn't expect to fulfill Hongye's long-cherished wish, and ended up giving me this thing. It can only be used to harm people."

Recalling the pain of Hongye being bitten and devoured by those monsters, Lu Jian felt that Hongye was really miserable.

Even if you die, you will be pulled out to become a mischievous witch and continue to harm people. These filth are really scary just thinking about it.

Lu Jian wrapped the hairpin in cloth and put it away properly. It seems that only direct contact will lead to seeing illusions, so it should not be a big problem to carry it normally.

Thinking of this, Lu Jian took out the mask again, which was obtained after killing the bandaged man. Because he had been at sea before, he was worried that there would be problems after the appraisal, so he delayed until now.

Now that he is in the center of Hejima's extraordinary power, there should be no problem in appraising it.

Lu Jian took out his mask and chose identification.

===356.【Twisted Mask of Pain】===

【Twisted Mask of Pain】

【Unidentified】

[Appraisal price: 100 silence points]

Lu Jian spent 100 points of silence to identify the mask.

The scarred, shocking mask became more and more distorted.

Lu Jian saw that the description of the mask also became blurred and distorted, and then quickly turned into understandable words.

【Twisted Mask of Pain】

【alienation】

[The dead remains of a polluted person from a foreign land, a perfect mask]

[The air in Wudu is highly toxic, and the people of Wudu have evolved a body suitable for survival under long-term erosion]

[When these gray fogs are fused with pollution from foreign lands, a more powerful force is born]

【Wear it, you can become a Wudu person】

【"Be careful what part of your internal organs you cough up when you cough, you know what I'm talking about!"】

"Fog?"

Lu Jian saw a new noun again, and it seemed that this should be the name of the foreign land where the bandage man was.

Assuming that the original residents of these foreign lands were all human beings, then these foreign lands were obviously more seriously polluted, which led to the alienation of human beings.

This gave Lu Jian two revelations.

First of all, the evil gods who pollute these worlds may not be the same person, and they may rule different foreign lands.

The second is that even if it is polluted, human beings can maintain the form of civilization and survive.

"So there are differences in the levels of pollution. The interaction between different regions is the infiltration process of pollution."

Because so far, Lu Jian has not seen anything that can remove pollution, so he can use this as a basis to deduce the first law of pollution in many foreign lands, that is, pollution is irreversible, and all pollution will only gradually deepen. will not decrease.

The entire foreign land will be in a state of constant pollution.

When a foreign land with a high pollution degree comes into contact with a foreign land with a low pollution degree, the pollution will flow into the foreign land with a low pollution degree, resulting in the alienation of the other party.

Therefore, one must take the initiative to pollute one's own foreign lands, in order to ensure that one will not suffer serious trauma during contact with foreign lands.

And whether a civilization can survive in pollution, its ability to adapt to pollution is the first indicator.

Lu Jian picked up the mask, and he decided to try wearing it.

No money anyway.

However, in order to prevent the previous situation from happening, Lu Jian came to the yard, under the sun.

There was no one else in the courtyard, it was still early, maybe all the witches were doing morning lessons.

He stretched his body, activated his muscles and bones, picked up the mask and put it on.

When the mask touched Lu Jian's face, some black sticky tentacles suddenly grew out.

These tentacles were located on the edge of the mask, stuck to his face, and immediately burrowed into the skin, like a needle wound.

Lu Jian felt that his face was being torn, and the grass grew rapidly trying to break through the skin. This was an instinctive reaction. Lu Jian suppressed it a little, and the mask fit on his face without any discomfort.

With the mask as the center, the gray mist spread, covering Lu Jian's body.

He felt that he had become light and light, and some kind of qualitative change had taken place in his whole body.